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Sammy handed me a beer and sat at the table. “Something wrong?”
“Jaron left over an hour ago.” Maybe he got caught in traffic. Not that there would be a lot between the grocery store and here. “Or maybe…” A tremor of fear rushed through me when suddenly, the front door opened.
I passed the guys a glance.
Jaron entered the house, a scowl on his face. He held a bouquet of beautiful blue flowers in one hand and a bag in the other. He walked past me, bringing them to the kitchen.
I followed him, the air suddenly becoming thick around us.
“These are for you,” he mumbled.
“Thank you. They’re beautiful.” I put the flowers in a vase and was filling it up with water when I noticed that he hadn’t budged from his spot beside me.
He gripped the edge of the counter, the muscles in his back, jumping beneath his shirt. He looked over his shoulder. When his slate eyes landed on me, his face softened.
My heart skipped a beat, the smoldering look making me pause.
“Thank you for the flowers, Jaron,” I murmured, turning off the water and setting the vase on the counter.
He nodded, his jaw clenching.
Before I could ask what was wrong, he came toward me and cupped my face. “Have you ever had any problems?” he asked, running his thumb along the edge of my jaw.
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
He grabbed my hand, bringing it up to his mouth. “Have you ever had issues with anyone? Women. Men. Anyone at all.”
“What’s going on?” Cyrus asked, coming up behind him.
Jaron searched my face, something flashing behind his eyes. “Have you ever run into the mayor?”
“No. I haven’t seen him since your trial.” I shivered, remembering the way he looked at my pregnant body. I was huge and he looked at me like I was a piece of steak and he was the dog who wanted to rip me apart.
Jaron released me and started pacing back and forth. “I had an unexpected meeting with the good mayor at the grocery store.”
“The fuck? Why? Doesn’t he have people who do that shit for him?” As soon as the question left Sammy’s mouth, a cry sounded from the baby monitor I kept on the kitchen counter. “I got her.” He left, heading to Brynn’s room.
Jaron stared after him, his jaw ticking.
My chest tightened. I knew that tick. I knew what it meant. He was pissed and he was going to blow. On his cousins. On me. On someone. I wasn’t sure who, but I had a feeling that before the night ended, I would find out.
“This little one wanted to come and see what all the fuss was about,” Sammy said, holding Brynn in his arms. She had her arms wrapped around her stuffed pig, sucking on her favorite soother.
I passed a glance at Jaron. He didn’t budge. No emotion splayed on his face. “Um…can you guys give us a moment?”
“Of course.” Cyrus clapped Jaron’s shoulder, leaning down to his ear and whispering something I couldn’t hear.
Jaron’s gaze flicked to mine.
My heart jumped, the blood pounding in my ears.
Cyrus released him, gave me a small smile, and headed out to the backyard with Sammy following behind him.
When the patio door closed, leaving Jaron and I alone, I was expecting him to blow up. But when he only remained silent, it made the nerves fluttering through me that much more pronounced.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, needing to break the silence. I stepped in front of him, placing my hand on his chest. Expecting his heart to be thumping hard like mine, I was surprised when it was calm. My eyes popped to his, finding him staring down at me. “Jaron.”
“How long has he been helping you with Brynn?”
